number seventeen

do not try to do too much with your own hands.

without two hands, feel the world a bit further, on fire, and you have no hose and your mouth is dry. you can climb with your knees, but the higher you go, the louder the crying comes. you feel your own flesh burning off, crisping and loose, you smell the smoke in your hair. you should close your eyes and conjure water. you should pray that this desert's oasis is a soothing balm bath that coats the earth fireproof. you can open your eyes and fall into this illusion, just so, bubbles shooting up your nose as you cough underwater--